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i am briar-rose's castle; my heart is the sleeping beauty within under the curse of a hundred years and only eighteen have passed so God help the prince who tries to cut his way through the thorns because these vines are dark magic just like the rest of me - under a spell that will not break.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
a fairytale
i am briar-rose's castle; my heart is the sleeping beauty within under the curse of a hundred years and only eighteen have passed so God help the prince who tries to cut his way through the thorns because these vines are dark magic just like the rest of me - under a spell that will not break.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
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